One moment, Tabitha had been talking to Reid, half-listening as he rambled on about some absurdly complicated mathematical theory—something about quantum mechanics, chaos theory, or maybe the probability of her ever passing calculus (spoiler: low). The next moment?
Darkness. Silence. A suspiciously comfortable warmth next to her.
Tabitha groggily blinked awake, feeling oddly disoriented. The library, which had been bustling with students earlier, was now dead silent. The dim glow from the emergency exit lights barely illuminated the endless rows of bookshelves, casting eerie shadows across the room.
And most importantly—Reid was asleep next to her.
Like, right next to her.
His head was slumped forward on the table, cheek squished against an open textbook filled with equations she couldn't even pretend to understand. His glasses were slightly askew, his usually sharp expression softened in sleep, and—was that drool on the page?
